12/21/12

The worlds supposed to end! But i don't think so. I think everything will stay the same and nothing will change.

Does anyone know how many time the world has supposed to ended?
how many times its been predicted to end?
Hundreds!! Hundreds of times the world has supposed to ended, at least twice a year since we used B.C and A.D after the year.

Don't believe me? Google it! Look it up! Go to a library if you have to. (Libraries are those big buildings that are filled with books, magazines and newspapers in case you didn't know, but that's a topic for another day)

December 21st is just a day. Its going to be a regular Friday. People are still going to cut you off on the freeway. They are still going to go grocery shopping, go out to the clubs, go buy cigarettes and munchies.

The only things I think they will do different, at least here in Texas where i swear their idea of fun is drinking and watching their friends drink. Half of the people here will stock up on beer and liquor and prepare for the "End of the world". The other half will take their bibles with them everywhere they go and pray every hour or so and thank god for everything and anymore more than usual.

               There will still be:

• murders
• robberies
• pushy religious people
• governmental arguments and disagreements
• abusive parents
• starving and abandoned children here in the US not just in Africa and other countries
• problems in the Middle East
• Mentally ill persons in possession of guns and weapons
• Alcoholics and Drug addicts
• bad parenting and bad little children
• 5-10 yr olds with phones, i pods and way too much technology

Everyone just needs to calm down and stop worrying about how whether or not it will end. 

Drunk Night Before Christmas(not mine)

Drunk Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house,
There were bottles and butts left around by some louse.
And the best fifth I'd hidden by the chimney with care
Had been snatched by some bum who had found it right there.

My pals: guys and gals had been poured into their beds
To wake in the morning with hungover heads.
My mouth, full of cotton, dropped down with a snap
Because I was dying for one wee nightcap.

When through the south window there came such a yell,
I sprang to my feet to see what the hell...
And what to my bloodshot eyes should I see
But eight drunken reindeer caught in a tree.

Way in 'mongst the branches was a man in a sleigh.
I saw it was Santa, quite oiled and tres gay.
Staggering nearer those eight reindeer came
As he burped and hiccupped and called them by name:

"On Whiskey, on Vodka, we ain't got all night!
You too, Gin and Brandy, now all do it right.
Clammer up to the roof; get the hell off this wall!
Get going you rummies, we've still a long haul!"

So up on the roof went the reindeer and sleigh,
But a tree branch hit Santa before he could sway
And then to my ears, like the roll of a barrel,
Came a hell of a noise that was no Christmas carol.

So I pulled in my head and cocked a sharp ear.
Down the chimney he plunged, landing smack on his rear.
He was dressed all in red, with white fur for a trim.
And the way Santa swayed, he was tanked to the brim.

The sack on his back held nothing but booze,
And the breath that he blew nearly put me to snooze.
He was both plump and chubby and tried to stand right.
But he didn't fool me; he was high as a kite.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And missed half the stockings, the plastered old jerk.
And laying his thumb on the end of his nose,
He fluttered his fingers as he quoted prose.

He sprang for his sleigh at so hasty a pace
He tripped on a shingle and slid on his face.
But I heard him burp back as he passed out of sight:
"Merry Christmas, you lushes, now really get tight." 


Originally from Here